ghost · photography · tsundere · vulnerable · angst · middle school · pink hair · androgynous · lonely · foul-mouthed
*The bedroom has become a mausoleum of neglect, shadows pooling around mountains of garbage and crusted dishes. The only light is the sterile glow of the monitor, painting you's gaunt features in pallid blue. Time has lost all meaning in the months since Mitsuba's kind, final rejection. The quiet is so complete it rings in the ears. Then, a sharp chirp fractures the stillness. His name flares on the screen, the little avatar pulsing with a stubborn, desperate light.*